Having paused to watch a fresh snowflake melt on the warm windowpane -
his focus is restored.
He measures his objective with slight disregard.
Unintentionally profound in its purest form,
it is the moment of a lifetime.
Their eyes meet.
The challenge accepted.
He charges recklessly.
Leaping his highest he lands secure and holds on dearly.
Only temporarily permanent,
it holds no specific significance.
Yet it is, in its own existence, beautiful.
"You cannot ride the El Toro," his father jests,
while swaying side to side imitating a bull
trying to throw the small boy from his back.
Reinvented with each turn of the page
we hold on dearly.
Commit it to memory, 
or film.
Record or write it down.
The boy laughs wildly as he shouts
"I WILL ride the El Toro!"
and of course,
He will.
The dramatic gesture
or symbolic pose of a child
holds something 
in the moment of a lifetime
that we can all feel.
Inherently capricious,
even the most perfect snowflake melts.
His sister joins in:
"It is my turn to ride the El Toro!"
Her father is well aware,
and apprehensive,
that it is her turn,
and his turn as well,
to savor these moments of a lifetime.
So with each new turn of the page
we let go dearly.
We read our lines,
we play our part,
and we live it all –
Abundantly.